Текст песни Олег Митяев - О, эти утренние женщины

Oh, this morning a woman -
Not that women Evening,
They are modest, they are shy,
Their eyes are not clearly delineated.
They inspect dreams on the run,
They rush into the jaws of a trolley bus,
But also on shaky on earth shore
They seem to be someone rebus.

Oh, this morning a woman -
Not that women evening -
During impossible but promised
Somewhere race, as nomads,
On the sidewalks and roadsides
What strings of race, the hordes of ...
But even in the city concern
To some they seem crossword.

Oh, these women evening -
Not that morning a woman.
So in the miraculous transformation
The sand on the seabed became pearls.
And renouncing the daily commotion,
Promise and joy and suffering,
Not solved and scientists minds
Their eyes dangerous radiation.

But if a woman the morning
Most other steel in the evening,
Do not rush to discredit them
And do not seek to declassify.
We just do not pass the spring,
If they seem rebus
And running through the waves,
And running for the trolley bus